Sunday.Image result for coffee and Sunday worship

Specifically, the second Sunday in January.  People are still trickling back from wherever they’ve been for the holidays, winter travel is making tempers short and anxiety soar.  Back-to-work deadlines loom.  Piled-up tasks sneer:  “We don’t back off for no stinkin’ holidays!”

Image result for 1st Nazarene Church Wichita live streamingWorship attendance is sketchy as plans to attend ride the icy north winds into next week.  “We watched the service streaming live.

Image result for Wichita First Nazarene live streaming

Pastor Tim had the music thing goin’ on with Open Up The Heavens, the choir sounded super with that song about Jesus, and Pastor Brent was fired up about God actually listening to us as we’re praying!  It was wonderful.”

There’s a reason those things occur when they do.  God always knows just when to make those ‘something special’ things happen.  Let me tell you about one of them.

Wednesday night choir practice rarely has the entire choir there.  Last Wednesday was no exception:  there were a handful when we began singing, and by the time we were ready to go out and run through our song with the orchestra, a few more who’d been involved with other ministries joined us so there were 25 or so.

Related image

We were doing the normal stuff of practice–watching notes, listening to each other, acting as if we’re paying attention to the director, comparing and frowning and bantering about arrangers who seem to overlook the fact that not everyone is a lyric tenor or soaring soprano.  You know.  Normal choir stuff.

Then it happened.

We were working on Prestonwood’s arrangement of “Something Happens”, and it did.  “Je–sus . . . something special, supernatural about Your name.  Je–sus . . . something happens when I mention Your name . . . .  When I call upon Your name, the very atmosphere will have to change . . .”

Image result for christian testimony

We’d just finished a particularly demanding part and some of us were talking back and forth about the high pitch, so we didn’t hear her at first.  One of the altos was on her feet, hand raised, trying to articulate with a broken voice the surge of love, devotion and appreciation for who Jesus is, and what He’s done in her life.  “Je–sus . . . something special . . .”

Image result for coffee and Sunday worship

He was.  He came in His awe-striking, limitless, intense flow of spiritual energy and poured Living Water onto our parched souls that night.  It wasn’t the director, though he’s unmatched in his ability.  It wasn’t the “go-to” singers, though everyone in the choir has a wonderful voice and routinely uses it to glorify God and enhance our worship experience.  It wasn’t while we were out with our terrific orchestra.

If it had, we’d probably mark it up to our talents, slap each other on the back and go do lunch.  It is, after all, possible to take God’s presence among us for granted.  So it didn’t happen then, just like Jesus didn’t come when and how we thought He would, showing up in obscure Bethlehem.

Image result for holy spirit praise

It happened last Wednesday in the small chapel when a choir member, overflowing with the frisson of meaning and buoyant in praise, stood–and with hands raised and tears streaming, gave witness to the powerful truth about which we were singing.

Take a moment and look it up on YouTube.  Listen to  Something Special by The Best Of Prestonwood 2.

That’s what happened.  It doesn’t happen every week, but it’s happened before.  It’s because the One about and for whom we sing is always welcome among us.  That’s why Sunday’s choir number will be unusual.  That’s why more than a few of us will be struggling to sing past our tears.

That’s why you’ll want to make the effort to brave the freezing temps to be there.

I think it’ll happen again.

I think He’ll happen again.

© D. Dean Boone, January 2017





Categories: Encouragement, Inspirational | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment


Image result for coffee and excellence

Anyone who tries telling you that  giving them $29.95 to buy this system or that book or this software or bow three times toward Des Moines needs to happen before you can start being a success and excel is lying to you.

Take what you have and create what you want.

This is fact, even if they have a guy with an Australian accent sticking his nose into the camera and challenging, “But wait!”  Especially then.  You have everything within you that you need to bend the next 11.8 months to your will.  Take what you have and use it to create what you want.

Here are three things you can change to make this year your groove.

  1.  The Way You’re THINKING

The second you decide you’re going to excel, you are a success.  Your thinking changes.  When your thinking changes, the rest of you does, too.  Success sets in when you decide you’ve been as you are long enough, that whatever ‘this’ is, it’s over – and you’re ready to replace it with something better.

Related image

Success is a mindset, a vision of who you want to be and what you want to do.  Everything starts in your mind.  Your mind – yeah, yours! – has about 100 billion neurons.  A typical neuron fires from 5 to 50 times a second; and each neuron can form thousands of links with other neurons, giving the average human brain well over 100 trillion synapses.

The more often a particular neuron transmits your thoughts about anything, the stronger that connection becomes.  You’ve heard that what you think, you are?  It’s a fact.

2.  The Direction You’re LOOKING

Related image

All the things you desire, that you’re needing and seeking will follow.  It will.  Toss all your preoccupation with money, professional recognition and fame into the nearest recycle bin and put the top down.  Be ruthlessly faithful to your vision.  Excellence calls for your best.  Daily, choose to give it, whether by yourself or in a crowd.  Unless immoral or illegal, God gave it to you, and equipped you with the instincts and abilities to make it happen.  Be strong and stubborn as you focus on it.

3.  Your Reaction To What’s HAPPENING

Every challenge you face will empower and strengthen you if you let it.  Taken together, they will give you maturity, insight, discernment and wisdom.  That’s what ‘those guys’ mean when they say weird things like, “Oh, I LOVE challenges!”  I’ve yet to meet anyone who wants an existence of nothing but obstacles and challenges.  In themselves, they’re rough, hard- and sharp-edged.  They hurt, wound and leave one’s spirit battered and lacerated, sometimes to the point we don’t know how or what to pray.

Related image

It’s not the thing itself ‘those guys’ invite; it’s the result of adding that thing to their own decision to use it to better themselves.  As The Message puts Romans 8:26-28, “Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along.  If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter.  He does our praying in and for us, making prayer our of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.  He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God.  That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.”    Turn toward the inevitable detours and challenges with resolve, dignity, grace and a lot of grit.  They come to everyone who tries.  What you do with them either builds or erodes your character.

As Sir Winston Churchill once remarked, “Difficulties mastered are opportunities won.”  Want to be a success?  Change your thinking, where you’re looking, and how you respond to every life challenge and watch what happens.

© D. Dean Boone, January 2017





Categories: Encouragement, Inspirational, Wisdom | Tags: , , , , , , | 2 Comments

300-Word Stroll, 1/1/17: A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME

Yes, really.

Image result for coffee and just got up gif

I was on morning-auto, filling the coffeemaker reservoir.  As I turned off the faucet I heard a high-pitched sound.  I dialed up my ears, and—sure enough.  A lone cardinal was singing full-voice.  Cheery.  Bright.  Joy-filled.  The longer I stood listening, the louder it sang.

Image result for red cardinal singing

Morning-auto.  Doing The Things, mind in standby, thinking ’16 and wondering ’17.  Freezing outside, winter storms possible, 1/20 still weeks away, future unsure.

And a bird set me straight.

He wasn’t singing because he has it in the bag, knows all the answers and everything’s perfect.  He was singing because he has a song.  Because he’s alive.

God sent him just for morose, mumbly-grumbly me.  “Don’t you get it, Dan?  You’re alive, too!  Joyously, wonderfully alive!  You’ve breath in your lungs, your heart’s beating, you can walk!  No IV catheters, no infections!  There’s food on your table, warmth in your house, good writing to do, and God in your heart!”

Image result for coffee and just got up

“Psalm 42:5.”  Not the bird.  God.  I pulled my trusty Bible over and . . .  “Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?  Why are you crying the blues?  Fix my eyes on God—soon I’ll be praising again.  He puts a smile on my face.  He’s my God.” [The Message]

I’m slow, but eventually I catch on.  The bird sings because it’s his nature, and because God gave him a song.  He could sit out there in a furfy, miserable little lump grumping about the weather, trying to incite pity and miserabling everyone around him.  Instead, that terrific little scarlet messenger sings.

It’s.  My.  Choice.

Got it.

© D. Dean Boone, January 2017

Categories: Encouragement, Inspirational, Tell-A-Story-Make-A-Point | Tags: , , , , , , | 1 Comment

400-Word Stroll, 12/30/16: WAAAAAAITAMINIT!

Related image

“In-a that great a-getting’-up mornin’, what is that?  What is that?”

Okay, just save it.  I know all about gettin’-up mornin’ creaks, groans and tendons popping, sounding like R2D2 with crossed circuits.  I know all about limp hair skewed every direction at the same time.  Mine usually resembles a Halloween novelty wig somebody found for 25 cents at a garage sale.

Image result for neapolitan mastiff

Hey—I’m wondering who came up with that little jewel, “Now, there’s a new wrinkle.” Cute, whoever you were.  Real cute. Gravity must get perverse glee at watching my reaction upon each morning’s  first glimpse in the mirror.  “Honey?  Did we ever have a Neopolitan mastiff anywhere in the family gene pool?”

As I do that, I’m shaking my head in amazement, like an awestruck kid watching a team of Clydesdales do their thing.  God’s  given me another day!  Yeah! Syncopate!  “I just want to celebrate another day of livin’!”

Rats. Missed those stealth whiskers again.  When did those little boogers start growin’ again?

Image result for nose and ear hair

Waaaaaitaminit.  See, I have this theory.  Whiskers take a long time to mature; fifty or sixty years isn’t uncommon.  Once they do, though, they matriculate to nose and ear hairs.  Then they really start growing. You know.

Anyway, I’m thinking some of them might get tired of being constantly cut off and the public put-downs, deciding to just pack it in and go back to being regular whiskers again. Yeah—like millennial whiskers.   Grown up but not really.  So they show back up where you thought they’d kind of sluffed off growing.  And there you have ‘em:  stealth whiskers.

Note to self: when we get back home, razor.  Get ‘em.  That is all.

Image result for Fun new year

What was the purpose of this silliness?  My contract with my readers is the same as it’s always been:  to lift, encourage, edify and challenge to personal and spiritual excellence.  One way to help do that is to lighten your load of foreboding at what may lie ahead in 2017.  If I’ve done that, putting a grin on your face—yeah, that one—and giving you a few moments to chuckle, I’ve fulfilled a piece of that contract.

© D. Dean Boone, December 2016


Categories: Common Sense, Encouragement, Humor - Lighten Up | Leave a comment


If you were the Thursday between Christmas and New Years, you’d feel slighted, too.  Though companies are open, the workdays between the two holidays are as practical as a snake on a tricycle.

Image result for coffee and new years blah

What to do?  Give today back its worth.  Make today mean something.

Using a devotion from Colossians 4:12-18 I got in this morning’s mail, here are five ways to do that.

The passage invites us to always be lifting each other in prayer.  Good, but generic.  The more specific the praying, the easier to see God’s hand at work.  Right?



  1. HELP ME to stand as a mature Christian in the midst of today’s experiences and situations, with assurance that You are working Your will in my life through them.
  2. HELP ME carry out today’s portion of my assigned tasks until done.  May I honor You by doing my reasonable best to finish what I start.
  3. HELP ME fulfill today whatever ministry You’ve laid before me.  It may or may not have anything to do with my title or training, yet whether formal or informal, public or private, it is all done for You, and in Your name.
  4. HELP ME to remember all who are imprisoned, either by law or by their own choices.  May I include special love and care for all who suffer and experience loss in any way while serving You.
  5. HELP ME to recognize Your grace flowing into and through me today in its sustaining, keeping power.

What I seek for myself, Lord, I also pray for all those whom I know, who love and follow after You.  In the powerful name of Jesus who is the Christ I ask.  Amen.

Related image

Nowhere in these requests do I whimper, “God, do it for me.”  Many look forward to the new year so they can make a new start on the same old habits.  The Almighty is wise.  He doesn’t do for me what I can and should do for myself.  Inviting Him to partner with me?  Seeking His help in places I can’t quite get it done by myself?  That honors God.  He’ll always respond, whether I recognize it as Him at work or not.

Looking into 2017, does it make sense, then, that when one approaches – cherishes – each day like this, by day’s end you’ll have accomplished more and feel better about your efforts?  Does it make sense that weeks and months spent using each day thus will yield more and better results?

Related image

What lies deep within that you still want to do, to be?  What beckons you in the coming year?  If it’s legal and moral the only one stopping you is you. Your true friends will applaud and support you. The others only get in the way, telling you that you can’t because they won’t. Let them lose because they choose.

Focus on cherishing each day before you as above.  Focus on encouraging one another to do this.  Excellence will ensue.

Love all, but like and listen only to those who bring out God’s best in you, urging you on toward excellence and to follow your dream.

© D. Dean Boone, December 2016


Categories: Encouragement, Inspirational, Wisdom | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment

QTMs for 12/27/16: CLEAR THE HURDLES

See, I didn’t get that when I was in P.E.  It’s why I hated hurdles.

Image result for coffee and hurdles

In the Spring, Milt Durand, our P.E. teacher, took us middle schoolers all out to the cinder track.  Occasionally he figured we all needed to run hurdles.

Did I mention I hated them?  I was embarrassed to even be seen with all those slim, streamlined greyhounds.  They sailed with ease over those despised metal-and-wood impediments to my future.  As they came trotting back, chuckling and nudging each other as they looked with glee at my paltry effort to slip the surly bonds of Earth.

Permanently, I hoped.

Image result for coffee and hurdles

I was stocky and muscular with size 12 feet.  On the occasions when I did scrape over that barrier with my left leg, my trailing big foot invariably hooked it, dragging it along and toppling it.  I was already embarrassed and dreading the necessity; more than once, my oversized foot would tangle in the hurdle, spilling me onto the unforgiving cinders and usually scraping a shin as a bonus.  The hoots and snarky comments by The Greyhounds completed the circuit, creating yet another spark of defiance and resolve to quit trying.

Related image

What I didn’t get was that one doesn’t jump over hurdles.  You clear them.  Yes, you must raise that leading leg to clear the crossbar first.  But you must then raise the trailing leg sideways just enough to CLEAR the obstacle.  Mere inches will do it.

I didn’t know that, and nobody told me any different.  There’s a lesson there, but it’s for another time.

So, yeah.  Sideways.  As in a male dog anointing a tree.  That.

I didn’t get that until I was out of school and beyond caring about the miserable grades I got for those days.  Once I did, it made all the difference.  The size of my feet no longer mattered because that trailing one would be horizontal, parallel to the ground.

Related image

I’m sure you’ve seen the memes about a dog’s philosophy of life.  “Don’t like it?  Pee on it and move on.”  It’s a homespun example, but I’m a country boy at heart.

2017 looms large.  Looking ahead, there are hurdles set up before you.  Some will be those common to all, and some will be unique.  Running around them isn’t an option:  they’re in your lane and must be cleared.

How?  Pee on ’em.

No, I don’t mean literally, though depending on their nature one might be tempted.  Recall my hard-won lesson about clearing hurdles instead of trying to jump over them.  One builds momentum and running rhythm that way, enabling the runner to keep focused on the next one, and the next.

Image result for running hurdles gif

Once, hurdles were an impossible, foreboding ugliness to me.  Now they are just more things to clear on my way to personal and spiritual excellence.

Those before you, stretching across the 365 days of 2017, will be the same depending on your attitude.  You’re going to live those days, weeks and months anyway.  Why not live ’em with contagious, passionate joy, prepared to clear your hurdles instead of letting them frustrate and trip you up?

Listen to Paul:  “Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us” (Hebrews 12:1).

Image result for 2017 gif

We all have our own race to run and need to stay in our own lane.  We can’t run for each other, but we can encourage and be there for one another as we’re going around the 2017 track.

It is a wretched taste to be gratified with mediocrity when the excellent lies before us. ~ Isaac Disraeli

Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go. ~ William Feather

Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy. ~Norman Vincent Peale

Whatever hurdles 2017 brings you, have a “clear ’em” mindset!

©  D. Dean Boone, December 2016

Categories: Encouragement, Tell-A-Story-Make-A-Point, Wisdom | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment


As we walk out of the crumbs and crust of 2016 and head on into the coming year, I have a request.

Image result for coffee and New Years 2017

Memes have become ubiquitous on social media.  Some are amusing, some underwhelming, and a few each day are memorable and worth repeating.  Of the latter, I ask the creators of those memes to cease and desist adding “Type ‘AMEN’ and share” or “Type YES if you agree”.

Seriously.  Just stobbut.

Image result for Type 'Yes' if you agree memes

Even if I like your message, to see such mindless prompting only guarantees I will ignore it and move on.

Image result for mind control meme

We’re just stepping out the back door of 8 years of everything we think, say or do being programmed.  At least, they’ve attempted it.  My mind works without being prompted, poked or scolded.  Well, most of the time, anyway.  I have my personal likes and preferences.  I had them before Facebook and its kin came along.  I’ll retain them.

I’ve no issue with being encouraged to read or listen.  I’ve great issue with being harangued and treated as a child.

Image result for making great memes

So.  A suggestion.  Those who create those clever memes need to vet and edit their raw material, leaving out all pushing and grade-school coercion to “Do this or say that”.  I’m adulting, here.  I’m able to decide what I like and don’t.  Your elementary nagging is neither needed nor welcomed.

I’m a writer.  There’s great material in some of the memes I find.  I’d like to use them and celebrate that creativity.

I’d like to learn how to make those great multimedia ways of connecting, too.  One day I will.  And when that happens, you can be assured of one thing.

I’ll never include those silly directions.

Type “Yup!” and share if you agree.

©  D. Dean Boone, December 2016

Categories: Common Sense, Humor - Lighten Up, Wisdom | Tags: , , , | Leave a comment

Q(uiet) T(ime) M(usings), 12/21/16: WHADDYA MEAN IT NEEDS BATTERIES?

Three phrases that sum up Christmas are: Peace on Earth; Goodwill to Men; and Batteries Not Included.

Image result for Christmas coffee gif

I remember when the toys and games we received at Christmas needed no batteries or power cords.  They came complete with the most impressive, awe-striking, exhaustless power source ever created:

Our own imagination.

Related image

We weren’t limited only to the twirps and zorps preloaded into memory chips.  We made our own noises and no two were ever alike.  Our dolls of all sorts spoke and interacted like we did, and their conversations eerily resembled ones we’d just had with parents and siblings.  Our cars and trucks, horses and Army men, aircraft and spaceships were powered by our hands and their engines sounded a lot like us.

Related image

We were boys and we were girls, allowed to be kids, and to learn early on that every choice had a consequence.  From about the age of 2 we began learning we actually weren’t in charge, that when a parent spoke we’d better listen – any parent – and respect for adult authority was expected and enforced.  We weren’t shielded from our mistakes nor excused from our willfulness.

We were not coddled or spoiled; when hurt, the  hurt was soothed, Band-Aid applied, and we were off and running.  Yet we were lavished with encouragement to never give up trying our best.

I feel sorry for The Children of Now.  Most of what I just listed is unknown to them because it’s alien to whomever fills the role of their parental figures.

Image result for Respect at Christmas

A 2016 Christmas wish:  that men and women would bow before the Christ who is Christmas, acknowledge and respect His authority, and teach their children to also do both.

Seem too simple?  Only until we quit talking about it and get to it.

© D. Dean Boone, December 2016

Categories: Common Sense, Encouragement, Inspirational, Wisdom | Tags: , , , , , , , | Leave a comment


There are approximately two billion children worldwide.  With an average of 3.5 kids per home, Ol’ Kris Kringle will need to visit about 571 million homes this coming Christmas Eve.

Image result for Santa and coffee

If said kids leave two cookies and a glass of milk in each home, our intrepid red-togged hero will snarf something in the neighborhood of 148 billion calories.

Now, wait…

Our rotund dude can plausibly burn 151 calories per mile.  But to burn all those 148 billion, he’d have to jog, like, 980 million miles–or almost 40,000 times around the Earth.  That jaunt would take him just shy of 19,000 years, figuring he’d be averaging 6 miles per hour.

Oh, no, intrepid reader.  We’re not done . . .

Image result for exhausted elves

Image result for exhausted elves

Assuming even elves get Christmas Day off, to wrap and label two billion toys in 364 days, those diminutive little multicolored tornadoes would need to process 5.5 million gifts per day.  Think about it.  When’s the last time you heard of any kid settling for one Christmas present?  But let’s stay with our single-gift-per-child scenario.  According to my ultra-secret and highly-reliable sources*, that calls for a 4,600-member elf team working nonstop in two eight-hour shifts.

Still with me?  Okay.

Next, the workshop.  Well, two, really.  They’d each need to measure 1.3 million square feet, which for Green Bay fans is about the size of 44 football fields all under one roof.

Image result for rocketing sleigh

Here’s the part that just sleighs me.  For chuckles, let’s assume each gift weighs about 2 pounds.  That means Santa needs to load 2 millions tons of those puppies on his sleigh.  No, I don’t mean real puppies.  They always need to go outside and—well, let’s stipulate it would take awhile.  Keep up.  For non-mystical, boring flight Nazis who refuse to believe Prancer and Blitzen can soar and want a recount?  To pull this off in the time required would call for a fleet of 13,000 Boeing 747-8 freight aircraft.

So there you have it.  The (real) cold facts surrounding what Santa, his elves and eight reindeer pull off every year about this time.  Amazing, isn’t it?

To snorf is to suddenly and simultaneously expel short huffs of air through both nose and mouth.  It’s a universal disillusioned adult’s way of non-verbally opining, “Really?  Heeyaah, right…  Get real!”

That’s what we grownups do when our littlest family members mention Santa.  After all, WE know the only real magic during Christmas is when, having survived Walmart’s Extreme “Get-To-The-Front-While-Still-Breathing” Combo Games**, you hear over the loudspeaker, “All checkout-trained personnel to the front of the store to–uh, checkout!”

Image result for Santa kneeling at the Manger

Not so fast, my faith-challenged friend.  Perhaps the greatest Christmas magic of all is that Santa manages to pull off getting almost everything every child truly wants, wrapped and under whatever tree they have, all while kneeling himself at a roughened feeding trough, gazing along with two exhausted parents and a motley bunch of shepherds at A Little Boy who would be King of Kings.

“The magic?”, you impatiently ask as you feverishly check your Fitbit and iPhone.  The real magic, my friend, is that Santa gets you to slow down long enough to help him pull off this gargantuan task every year.

Make some time between now and Christmas Day to read from Luke chapters 1 and 2.  Reacquaint yourself with those words on a Bible’s pages.  Resist the urge to pull up YouVersion on your phone or iPad.  Open the nearest Bible.  Inhale the mysterious tang of paper, ink and God . . .

Then glance over at the gifts under your tree.  I’m guessing you’ll grin just like I am right now.  “Santa, you wise, intriguing, magical, mischievous, sainted guy–you’ve done it again!  Same time next year?”

     * My source for all those facts is none other than those fun, interesting gnomes and elves at DollarShaveClub.com.  Yes, I use some of their products, and yes, I recommend them.  All their great, fun info is under separate copyright. 

** Those games consist of getting all the items on your shopping list into your cart; keeping them there despite the thieving, jealous, wily glances of other shoppers; navigating those jagged, screaming, No-Rules bloody aisles to freedom at the single open checkout line; keeping your place in that line; and doing all that without using all the items in your Emergency Shopper’s Medical Kit.

© D. Dean Boone, December 2016

Categories: Humor - Lighten Up, Information, Inspirational | Tags: , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Quiet Time Musings, 12/5/16: FIRE & FORGETS

Image result for coffee and efficiency

They’re those steady, dependable people you wish you had a lot more of.  Give them a job, a responsibility and let them go.  Yeah.  Like those honking big missiles  fighter pilots have to disrupt incoming hordes of aircraft.  Let them lock on, drop ’em off the wing, and go on about your sightseeing tour.  The target is toast.

Fire & Forget folks are a lot like that.  They don’t have radar or infrared tracking but they do have real good minds that pick up on a lot more than they reveal.  You can go on with your ‘to-do’ list because whatever you gave them to do gets done, and to the best of their means and ability.


Related image

Quietly efficient they are, only late if forced to be.  Micromanaging one will get you less work, greater discomfort and mounting irritation, for F & Fs are famous for micromanaging themselves, given the chance.

You won’t usually find Fire & Forgets being raucous and the life of the party.  They’re often introverted, more at home sitting off to the side, chatting with one or two friends.

This affable, quiet exterior is sometimes mistaken for dullness and lack of motivation at your peril.  They say little, yet notice it all.  Fire & Forgets become targets for “I-Love-A-Party” personality types who crave and thrive on attention.  They also tend to be overloaded with responsibilities the former were given but didn’t, couldn’t or wouldn’t pull off.

Related image

These amazing individuals have their own unique gifts and usually startling and unforgettable stories.  But few know them because Fire & Forgets are most always generalists, having been often tapped to do lesser things, forced to step in at the last minute for this or that.  It’s why they often as not fail to deliver as perfectly as critics might expect.

Image result for Duty and responsibility

It takes a lot to discourage a Fire & Forget.  They tend to have a keen sense of duty and will often follow through with a task to their own detriment just to see it finished well.  And when they perceive their performance lacking, they’re harder on themselves than any other will be.

They do, however, have their limits.

When saturated with all the things others expect of them, they rarely raise their voices or create a fuss.  They finish the current task before them, gently disengage and you’ll rarely see them again.

Image result for It takes all kinds gif

You’ve heard it:  “It takes all kinds.”  Leaving the joke aside, it does take all kinds — and that includes these interesting, deep-channeled Fire & Forgets.

Want to make one a lifelong friend?  Tell them it’s okay to say, “No”.  Help them learn how.  They’re not used to it.

© D. Dean Boone, December 2016


Categories: Common Sense, Encouragement, Inspirational | Tags: , , | Leave a comment